Bittersweet pump of blood

Every time I pass through

The same old place, the same old ground,

All I find is hope;

Hope to find the same coffee coloured eyes

Who pushed me enough to be here,

Gave me sanity and then pushed me to silence again.

Nothing is coincidence

Maybe destiny loves it this way

So, even if I saw you or feel your presence

All I can do is tuck my head down

And walk far away,

To erase my thoughts about you

It's hard to face you

When there is a constant stinging pain

Reminding me of the awkward memories

That we used to laugh merrily on

I miss you,

A lot more than you think

And it hurts but then I feel bad

To even think about you like that

Because you...you are the reason

Why I became like this in first place,

And it's too hard for me to face

That somehow you,

Are always successful in making my heart race.